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The titled poem speaks of love as recognition, attachment, loss, and farewell.

The page begins courteously with thanks, then moves through uncertainty and self-recognition into the image of holding on while something leaves. Its misspellings and direct closing keep the emotion plain rather than polished.

Titled 'Love,' the poem opens with gratitude and a confession of not knowing where it has walked, then locates love precisely in the act of 'holding om to it whilee / it is going away.' The closing 'Good day' lands as both blessing and dismissal.